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No. 2053

A Moment For The Chemicals to Kick In. By CpSingleton © 2016

She was sitting on an adjacent table, shadowed and protected, under the large parasol, drinking from a white cup. 

I couldn’t tell what it was she was delicately sipping, nor could I tell what she was thinking, as her eyes where hidden behind large, chocolate-orange coloured framed sunglasses.

So there I was, on the pavement of Rome, watching the hectic world flow by and around me, drinking rapidly warming water, oddly mesmerised by one woman, and she was partially hidden in shadow and behind large-framed shades.

I picked up my condensation drenched glass to take a sip. Her slender left hand delicately mirrored mine and lifted her cup to her shiny, lip-glossed lips.

It felt like chemistry was playing a game. 

It was shooting hormones from one stranger to another to see the outcome. They, the hormones, knew nothing could come of it. I, one of the strangers, also knew that. 

It wasn’t cheating, because I wasn’t sexually aroused. 

I was intrigued by her presence. And besides it was the hormones testing us. 

Or maybe just me and my imagination. 

She seemed oddly dislocated from the whole experiment.

But maybe she wasn’t. 

She had lowered her sunglasses and seemed to be peeking over the top in my direction.

Should I smile back?

The phone in my jacket pocket kicked into life, startling me. 

I fished inside and cursed silently. The damned thing had found the hole at the back of the pocket and had slid into the lining.

I fished around for a moment, feeling the vibration and the annoying ringtone that I had wanted to change, but had never bothered, since buying the bloody nuisance a year ago.

By the time my inept, sausage-like fingers had retrieved it the phone had rung off.

And, more annoying, the lady had gone.

Experiment over…


About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


4 thoughts on “No. 2053

  1. Bummer. Was so hoping this was going somewhere else. 🙂

    Posted by Justice&Humanity | January 5, 2016, 4:46 pm

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